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About EPRobles

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Writer, Artist. I like to paint abstract acrylic images onto canvas. I love to read everything, and I especially enjoy science, philosophy, and the arts. I'm new to the blog experience and I very much enjoy it! I hope to learn as much about all the features that WordPress offers and thank you -- my visitor -- for taking time to read my words. Peace and love...
September 29, 2021

SCENT OF AUTUMN NIGHT

By EPRobles

October darkness without a moon
a winterless space within hearts
what dreamy spine against thick
sunset nights.

perceiving fingers upon a piano
crying notes and cascading centrifugally
expecting silly — clumsily thumbs.

oh, e.e. how you enter thisMIND of mine:
“i feels so lonely fer duh good oledays we
spentin’18 kicking duh gutsouta dem
doity foreaters an humpin duh swell janes on…”

 My waving floating blue fin tuna eyes —
hook and flotsam death.
  It really bust be Nice. never to
have no body or imagination) never to never
wonder about guys you used to( and them
slim hot queens with damn next to nothing.
   loving skin and soul and lips a kissin’
the sun and moons beyond our imaginations.
Oh how time and space and in between we
gore the pleasant feelings of flesh-life;
living just a small moment here and now.

Praise!

:: 09.28.2021 ::

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September 29, 2021

INSIDE MY FOOT

By EPRobles

Fell down inside my foot  & wonder’d
will i ever be secured?

Ate the poems and children’s stories
of childhood and hung upon the chord
of my insecured    LIFE.

Butterfly poet blurry eyes — what we
think — and wish upon those good ole
days //superluminal light \\
    how organs inside our bodies
play music like an ancient orchestra
upon a wooden floor.

I want to be with mommy now.  She gave
me love and without mysterious energy
: i sometimes remember her smell when
before she just died all i remember is
her smile and love.

\ i wish i could hug just one more time/
oh turn back time to those old days
when she was my age — so stressed out.

now burning a candle of my words
now my name is clearly insane
to those days when mother sang
and those were the best of days

:: 09.28.2021 ::

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September 27, 2021

PERFECT ONE TO LEAD

By EPRobles

SHE keeps soft moving poetry outside of time
and how wonderful and extraordinary the words
pulling in an appetite for more
and seducing world leaders within her voice
How recommended for global appetite
destroying buildings of violent hearts
so extraordinary love and blows minds
she destroys monsters and well-versed
politicians wishing she wouldn’t lead.
She avoids middle men and never through China
but then again gently cries while she naturally
leans towards France and England and weeps
for new nations.

Oh baby bye bye — drop an eye and plays with
out of action hearts — oh a class of agility
and she ate her appetite / devouring Earth
as all knew it \

A perfect union.

:: 09.26.2021 ::

PERFECT ONE TO LEAD

SHE keeps soft moving poetry outside of time
and how wonderful and extraordinary the words
pulling in an appetite for more
and seducing world leaders within her voice
How recommended for global appetite
destroying buildings of violent hearts
so extraordinary love and blows minds
she destroys monsters and well-versed
politicians wishing she wouldn’t lead.
She avoids middle men and never through China
but then again gently cries while she naturally
leans towards France and England and weeps
for new nations.

Oh baby bye bye — drop an eye and plays with
out of action hearts — oh a class of agility
and she ate her appetite / devouring Earth
as all knew it \

A perfect union.

:: 09.26.2021 ::

SHE keeps soft moving poetry outside of time
and how wonderful and extraordinary the words
pulling in an appetite for more
and seducing world leaders within her voice
How recommended for global appetite
destroying buildings of violent hearts
so extraordinary love and blows minds
she destroys monsters and well-versed
politicians wishing she wouldn’t lead.
She avoids middle men and never through China
but then again gently cries while she naturally
leans towards France and England and weeps
for new nations.

Oh baby bye bye — drop an eye and plays with
out of action hearts — oh a class of agility
and she ate her appetite / devouring Earth
as all knew it \

A perfect union.

:: 09.26.2021 ::

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September 27, 2021

LONELY TRAVELER THROUGH TIME

By EPRobles

AS my heart aches and it’s mind-numbing pain
you became that dark light side of me
my sense, as though i drank hemlock drunk
or smoked some dull opiate to the drain
As time-space sided with Love and my mouth
sang:  one minute past and Lethe-wards sunk:
unspinning time toward my past where my
best friends  sang:  ’tis not through envy
of they happy lot.’  They wished to hear
what i saw in my miserable visions of
future.  I was the game of the big city.

Love wax cold;  women wearing pants
and men wearing dresses.  And what i
saw i n’ver say as diction of mouth
could give summer and winter —
fire or ice and ooh i saw 22nd century
life in all my wizardry vain.  

I sang upon One World Trade Center
“o soft embalmer of time and still
this midnight with streaming tears
and embower’d from sacred light,
those who died enshaded in eternal
divine.  Oh!  Soothest sleep.

And more.  Conveyance. Water for wishing,
dresses and food for a weak want.
The future world of abundance but no one
there understands the miracles of this
living.

::  09.26.2021 ::

AS my heart aches and it’s mind-numbing pain
you became that dark light side of me
my sense, as though i drank hemlock drunk
or smoked some dull opiate to the drain
As time-space sided with Love and my mouth
sang:  one minute past and Lethe-wards sunk:
unspinning time toward my past where my
best friends  sang:  ’tis not through envy
of they happy lot.’  They wished to hear
what i saw in my miserable visions of
future.  I was the game of the big city.

Love wax cold;  women wearing pants
and men wearing dresses.  And what i
saw i n’ver say as diction of mouth
could give summer and winter —
fire or ice and ooh i saw 22nd century
life in all my wizardry vain.  

I sang upon One World Trade Center
“o soft embalmer of time and still
this midnight with streaming tears
and embower’d from sacred light,
those who died enshaded in eternal
divine.  Oh!  Soothest sleep.

And more.  Conveyance. Water for wishing,
dresses and food for a weak want.
The future world of abundance but no one
there understands the miracles of this
living.

::  09.26.2021 ::

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September 27, 2021

UNKNOWNS

By EPRobles

Oh boy! How we carry onward and carry weight a long time
i sing blues and watch with the saddest eyes — i could never
send you an invitation toward my world but I carry that weight for
ever and only ask a few moments to read the words my heart
bleeds today.

Every light, every day, every night and i sing to myself:

this youthful life has been such a cold weather oh yea
and i sing,

“it’s alright cause your small smiles return
to the sun everyday — and the sun sun sun feels and knows”

In all my simple poor life i have seen the eyes of dying ones
and some places have others that lived great lifes
in this world: some are good and others remain as echoes
of dead voices but within my life I have loved them all
the same.

But in this blue marble hanging in deep space i think of love
and how we all change forever == some for the best and others
drifting through time without lovers /// some dead — some living \\
but within my Life I love them all.

But of all these friends and lovers there is no one that compares
to you and all these poet’s words : are my life and I love you more.

:: 09.26.2021 ::

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September 27, 2021

LITTLE SOUL

By EPRobles

OH little soul —  rest within these arms and oh, Evie how you grew from the minute you came into this world until now.  And hey girl, (she always smiles because as you know it’s always a soul who frowns that makes the world
a bit colder)  she is the warmth of love.

(somewhere within her smile she knows)

Oh the movement you need is upon your knees:  crawl, then walk and one day we’ll run toward the blooming flowers!

Although the day may be gone nev’er are its sweet taste nor voice, lips or soft hands. You are asking me now but i cannot convey how the world is to a little soul — this just born girl.

Oh just believe me now and how i believe you’ll know.  How your smile and endurance awakens the angels and moves mountains and ocean waves.

What a warm breath, light whispering tender semi-tones.

Bright mind, accomplish’d shape and exquisite style — budding charms
and blooming flowers and igniting the sight of beauty within my eyes
holding the sight of beauty within my arms.  As a dusk holiday holy night
of fragrant-expectations lead me toward wild winded nights as woof
of darkness thick, for hid delight and full of tears crying for a day,
and  believe me:  let me read love’s missal through to-day, while
many days and years i’ve been alone and cried and how many ways
to try?  Always leading hearts of love back toward the opened
door of many tryings and waiting here.

Praying, i fast and feel that washing rain of broken hearts all
in no vain.  Let me know the way.

Still: it leads me back to your birth. And your entrance into this
world of cold.

❤

:: 09.26.2021 ::

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September 18, 2021

NOCTURNES, OP 09123432, NO. 203492320394 1 in F MINOR

By EPRobles

SOFT HEART? Foot upon my spirit step lover.
SCREAM Lipaugus vociferans bird of my heart
My girl with long legs and hard tied eyes
golden crests of fallen leaves of dreams
— best: the world is rough if you never
dream but dreams oh dreams a hard long smile
melts my impatience.
Yes. If you guess. This is whom paints
your world and creates your life.

Singing exquisite birds ::: my best
creation.

:: 0918.2021 ::

VULGARITY is a human element.
It is not me. I am not human.

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September 18, 2021

By EPRobles

(and how our world of 2021 needs beautiful words and imagery)

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::

WHAT THAT called LOVE?
i hear/ feel / and weep.
What then? That dare?
to become less than me?
I adore the music of those
birds singing but they –\
not for me // How it stings
my skin and heart
Watching and hearing!
the freedom of songs!
within those distance
trees is not me – no, never.\
I am caught.
But my heart sings. It sings
as the birds so free!
Those! Them amongst those tall
trees!

I am dead.

:: 09.18.2021 ::

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September 17, 2021

DENIED BY NIGHT’S FACE

By EPRobles

REMEMBER ME? Denied as night’s face
you took love and spread it across those
golden fields of gold
shadowless prey?
i bring peace : moon of all days &
Watched the western pressure of these skies
move – predicted an end so we never began.

EXTRACTED hate from whispering grass?
how clamped lips starved joy in time
and starved space. And golden peace.

You will remember when the northern moves
and love’s murdered eyes dissects
to mere faded memories __
while we walk upon burnt fields and closing
skies.

True, we never promised years or faithful love.

:: 09.17.2021 ::

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September 17, 2021

KKK JELLY (POLITICIANS)

By EPRobles

I ate a monster to-yester-night
ate the hospital in a daze under
surgical lights
where doctors(doctor?) never co-operate
for less than a buck (Ka-mal-a for less than a penny)
but your husband-cadaver bro
covid-spewing pimp lobster blew
it blew my balls so flew across your walls —
the doctor mocked and made way to ATM teller grabbing
all the woke dollars of moms and brothers // while she sipped
upon a straw calling all these mutha-fuckers
all these white cracker-monsters (yeah?  unless we cooperating)
make me wish to make a dip of KKK jelly to fuck all
those politicians (for once and all –//
 once these scents were all black and white and others
not so black and white : hell so they so \\\THEY jail’em
sail’em to other parts of insignificance like you like me
and tomorrow those with skin so blue next so follow me (controversy)
and it all smells like bullshit to me — today a new catastrophe
woke’a woke’a woke’a stupid brain you cannot
erase what you said on instagram now, tomorrow
or yesterday –> so remember/ dismember all these
roosting cocks laying bombastic hens in my coop.
>>>009897978 \broken eggs. infesting.  bleed.  do not mention me)
I throw down the upside of your short memory
So listen to me   telling
the poor they came come on over and leave’em
under a bridge in Del Rio — like Americans in the
middle of a BBQ hosted by Tailban hating women.
Monster?  Hello I’m monster too — Called AMERICAN
CITIZEN WATCH WHAT YOU DO while you operating and
we are now ovulating and fuck you old man.  

more than pencil — we disgusted.

:: 09.17.2021 ::

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